You look into his eyes. He seems so alive with adrenaline. You’re nervous because you know how important this is. Sweat starts to bead on your forehead and you begin to hyperventilate.
“You’ve got nothing more to lose”, whispers that head in your voice, and for some inexplicable reason, as if the universe had already known it was going to happen and it is only a matter of time before you submit to your destiny, you listen to it.
“Let’s do it”, you tell him.
“Are you sure? This is the last one for me. I’m done for tonight.”
“Yes.”
As the coin leaves his hand and starts spinning and flying upwards, you remember how you used to play this as a little kid, how you used to enjoy it, but now, it is like some sweet torture. The adrenaline, the uncertainty, you crave it. You savour this moment because you know once it touches your opponent’s hand again, your fate will be set, and the uncertainty will be over.
“Heads!” you say, almost impulsively, for the 7th time in a row, because the last 7 flips also came out heads and you must be on a roll. “Gambler’s fallacy my ass. This next roll will be heads. I’m sure of it. It’s a sign”, you think to yourself, though anybody who read your mind would think you are crazy. You don’t even bother trying to convince yourself that this will be your last one. You don’t even care anymore, since you know there’s nothing you can do.
The coin finnally lands in your opponent’s hands and he covers it before anybody can see the result.
“Are you sure you want to do this again? The stakes are higher than ever before.” He says, challenging you, mocking you, with that obnoxious smirk on his face, trying to psyche you out. You know it’s risky, but if you retract yourself you will lose face, be a coward.
“Yes!” you scream.
He laughs again, as if this was all good fun for him and that makes it so much worse. He is having a good time and you are risking everything. Losing this probably won’t even make a dent in his pocket.
“All right, this is the moment of truth then.”